
Common Roadblocks to Getting into Creative Flow
You know the feeling. There’s a deadline looming, and your mind has gone completely blank. Nothing, nada. It’s like your brain has frozen. Luckily the latest research shows us the most common roadblocks to creativity, and how to move past them and get on with the job.
Fear of failure
Most people are afraid of failing because they see it as a one-way street to disaster, rejection, and a stain on their reputation forever. Perversely, fear of failure is the mirror image of perfectionism. The idea that nothing you can do will be good enough, and that this failure defines your identity.
Fear of failure means you’re less likely to take risks, and you put off even starting. And those are two things that can kill creativity stone dead. Redefine creativity as a series of experiments, with failure as a kind of course-correction and an inevitable part of the process.
There’s not enough time
The ticking clock is another creativity killer. If you’re like most people, your schedule is probably crammed, and you feel like you’ll never catch up. If your checklist just keeps growing, you won’t be able to relax in the creative process and let the ideas flow.
A surprising way to find more time is to quarantine some chillout time in your diary. Priorities some downtime to listen to music, meditate, or just sit quietly. You’ll feel much less stressed and open to the creative flow.
You’re still staring at the screen
Sitting at your desk, staring at the computer or the blank page is not a good way to get creative. If you’ve been trying to write or problem-solve and it’s just not happening, the best thing you can do is go for a walk or make a coffee. Get out of the environment that’s keeping you stuck, get moving, and your mental gears can disengage and relax enough to be ready when inspiration strikes.
You’re feeling negative
Negative thinking can stop creativity in its track. If you’re sitting there frowning, and thinking you can’t do it, you’re pretty much guaranteeing that you won’t be able to do it.
Pessimism and negative self-talk set up a vicious cycle of gloom and low energy. Reject that self-defeating attitude and give yourself a pep talk. Reframe your task and just promise yourself you’ll write down whatever comes into your head, just to get the process started. Remember, first drafts are invariably not your best product, because that’s what a first draft is for! You’ve done good work before, you’ll do it again. Tell the muse you’re ready and get writing!

Creative writing
I have decided to change my approach to this blog.
I’ve had a lifetime of creative writing, from short stories and poems in School and University magazines, to self publishing on Amazon; helping with scripts for school plays in my teaching career; to workshops as a student and as a tutor.
Professionally, I teach Mathematics and Physics in High school – and I encourage my students to be creative. I once worked on some research at the University of Essex with a Computing lecturer who was a former Art teacher. He reckons you need to have a more creative mind as a Mathematician than as an Artist – there is a good point for debate.
Most of this blog has been extracts from my books, short stories and poems. I have another blog about my journey into online business and as this has been more successful in terms of followers, I will now use some of the concepts I learned there to update this blog.
So from now on there will be articles about Writing, Goal Setting, Motivation etc, interspersed with my own efforts.
If anyone would like to add a short story or poem please let me know.
Do you need those toes?
Mr. Williams sits on a grassy bank,
Thinking that life is a load of wank,
Then turns to his wife and says I’ll be Frank;
If I was tree I would soon be a plank.
Do you need those toes Mr. Williams?
Mr. Williams sits alone at home,
Thinking he’d rather be in Rome,
Playing loud music in the Catacomb,
Or feeding Beetles beneath the loam.
Do you need those toes Mr. Williams?
Mr. Williams drinks his pint in the pub,
And wallows in syrup at the Conservative club.
He turns to his wife and asks for a scrub,
So she covers his face in Vicks Vapour rub.
Do you need those toes Mr. Williams?
Mr. Williams sees Mr. Smith in Accounts,
And processes his debts in small amounts,
Then just as his head downstairs did bounce,
His loving wife his death did announce.
Do you need those toes Mr. Williams?
Mr. Williams told me he’s feeling quite bored,
With the girls last night he never scored,
But his wife as an angry lioness roared,
“I’m off you cunt, I’m moving abroad.”
Do you need those toes Mr. Williams?
Mr. Williams now cries at home all alone,
His wife in her pride cut him to the bone,
She screams at him “I don’t like your tone!”
So petrified he turned to stone.
You don’t need those toes Mr. Williams.

November
Ramila
Gutter: SNipe: Pimp
Fifth step to Madness.
Gutter:
Snipe:
Pimp:
Three word Slogan,
All you need,
So you Justify,
Your Personal Greed.
Gutter:
Snipe:
Pimp:
Mad Anna called me twice today.
We ate tea, Smoked Wine, Drank Cakes,
Walked on Lakes for Heaven’s sake.
“There! Is a Bull in a Fence!”
Indefensible.
There was a time,
In the time before time,
When nothing would rhyme,
Which is a rhyme crime in the Sea of Time?
“Time to go?”
“I’ve had most of mine!”
Gutter:
Lowdown, Why do you feel so bad,
The virus took away, The best friend I ever had.
Snipe:
He didn’t do it right!
It’s a pile of shite!
I can’t go on like this!
Taking the piss!
Pimp:
Everyone is up for sale
Traffic for this young female;
I’m sure your heart is thumping,
Let’s get out the way, he’s Trumping.
Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Fourth step to Madness
That bird flew in to his nest;
Casablanca!
Da! Boozer!
TV documentary deleted,
Summer dreams all defeated,
Conversations not completed;
Empty minds in charge and seated.
“I thought we could fly?”
“I wish I could fly!”
“But I won’t try.”
“I hate that guy.”
I can tell by his drunken knows!
No – Cavernous scars mean too many bars!
Isn’t that so?
Fatso.
She got me in the German heartland,
Beer and coke so the Major told me.
Sniping in the gutter.
Buried deep with another nutter.
Slotted two from his Church Yard,
Bless you Father; bereavement card.
Ludicrous Karma took him too,
Body disintegrated,
He didn’t go home that night,
Or many nights later.
El Pimp Erupted!
Lava Flow!
“Where you ever in a serious fire?”
No, my sweet, just in love.
She smiled the beguile,
So, I waited a while,
Her business soaring,
Me just boring.
Strange Things From Uranus
I love to boost it !!!

Gutter: Snipe: Pimp
Third step to Madness.
Confusion contusion,
Arms caught in the door,
Fingers stuck in the floor,
“I’m homeless and it’s war!”
We didn’t get old with the band of gold,
Not to the end, my first friend.
Turtle dove, My first love
Military Hardship, my correction,
No direction,
No reflection.
You left too soon.
I wanted to see you in a state of grace,
Three boys standing at the altered place.
Renewing, Re-vowing,
Loving and bowing.
But you left too soon!
Too soon!
Me to, Soon.
Timor Mortis Conturbat Me.











